There’s this beautiful song by Train called “Marry Me.” Perhaps you’ve heard it. Although it was released in 2009, it was 2013 before I heard it for the first time.
I love the line, “Marry me, today and every day.” We get married (hopefully just once), and we have that one wedding where we make promises to each other in front of an officiant, God, family, and friends. There’s music, there are flowers, there’s cake, maybe dancing, and it’s a glorious affair with people looking tres belle and tres beau. Afterwards comes the honeymoon, a delightful period of romance and spending time together as husband and wife in a great location.
But what happens after the couple comes home, unpacks, and gets back to the day-to-day business of being a married couple every single day in the real world – a world without the flowers, the music, the cake, the honeymoon? Unlike the pink-edged cream rose I have growing in front of my house, marriages don’t thrive on neglect. They need daily attention and devotion, as do spouses.
This has to be intentional, though. We can’t give our marriages our attention today and come back to it in a week-and-a-half. My husband and I have a routine. I don’t mind drinking day-old coffee. Sure, I prefer it fresh, but I’d rather not waste it. On Saturdays, I pour myself the day-old cup and make fresh for him; on Sundays, he gives himself the old cup and makes fresh for me. This weekend, though, he did something different for me. I woke up yesterday and poured the old coffee into my cup before making the fresh pot. When I went back to the kitchen a little while later, my coffee was missing. The cup was still there, but it was empty. My husband had poured the day-old coffee into his cup. He did that this morning, too. It’s a tiny little act of service (my love language), but it made a huge impact. Likewise, each day, I tell him something great I’ve observed about him or something perhaps that the girls have remarked on. The key isn’t about being flashy or loud in the affirmations, it’s simply about being consistent. As a result of these little acts – just small little things – we have grown closer and we have become more solid as a couple.
Discipleship requires just as much intentional daily attention. Jesus says in Luke that if we’re going to follow him, we must take up our crosses daily and follow him. As this call to the spiritual discipline of evangelism fell on my ears, as we read the corporate prayer of confession in church this morning, it hit me that I really don’t do as much as I’m supposed to. I don’t enter into a time of confession of my sins on a daily basis. I also take the Gospel for granted. I know it. I’ve read it (multiple times), studied it, taught it, and preached it. In fact, because I know it so well, the story isn’t fresh and new, this Good News more something I might meet with the excitement of my tax refund showing up than with joy that rivals fireworks, because, people, this is GOOD NEWS! The BEST news! It’s not exclusive, judgemental, or condemning. This gift is for EVERYone, and I’ll open my arms wide and share it with absolutely everyone.
God loves us, has loved us from the beginning of time. In fact, God loves us so much that God became incarnate in Jesus Christ and came down to earth to suffer the just punishment for our sins. And when we accept this free gift of grace, we have eternal life. No, it’s not physical immortality; our flesh will still age and die. It’s spiritual immortality – our souls uniting with God in Heaven. This is the good news.
And each and every day, I need to remember this good news, remember how it’s impacted my life, remember what it has called me to do with it, remember to share it. Every day, I need to be intentional about devoting myself anew to the Lord, just as I do my husband, and publicly sharing my love for God, just as I publicly share my love for my husband.
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